Darsena in the morning

I woke up at 5.30 on a Saturday morning. There was a compact body of silence flowing over the city of Milan. I moved to the window and looked outside: no one was around, no cars, no buses, and no trams. An airplane flying over filled the air with its buzz, its echo reverberating for minutes afterwards. Somebody was cycling, and the squeak of his bike was audible at great distance …

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